One for the Nude Day contest.
Here we have Daniel, Craig's father, struggling with his son's recent arrival at the London apartment. Daniel is also having difficulty in coping with Craig's Ukrainian girlfriend parading around in just her underwear.
I hope you enjoy the following effort. Feedback is welcome. I had a beta-reader with this, so any errors that remain aren't my fault.
...Okay, a joke, of course any glitches in the text are down to me.
Thank you for reading.
GA -- Koh Samui, Thailand -- 22nd of June 2016.
One
"We need to talk."
Craig didn't look up from his phone. He knew what was coming. With his eyes on the screen, fingers and thumbs working, he asked a distracted, "What about?"
"Will you put that bloody phone down."
Craig heard the annoyance and, sighing, complied with a show of reluctance. He placed the device on the seat alongside him and looked up at his father to say, "What's so important?"
"It's awkward."
"Well, you're the one who wants to talk. So, awkward or not..."
His father bridled, snapping an ill-tempered response. "Don't be so damned impertinent. Just remember who's giving you shelter and putting food in your belly."
"All right ... Okay." Craig raised both hands in a show of supplication. "Don't go on a mad one."
Daniel Christopher cast a disapproving look at his son. "I'll do what I want in my own bloody home. And get your feet off the coffee table. What have I said about shoes in the flat?"
Craig bit off the retort, thinking it was hardly surprising his mother had found someone else while he lifted his boots from the glass table, unlacing and pulling them free.
"Sorry," lied Craig, the footwear going down on the floor next to the sofa. "Okay, what's on your mind?" He settled back onto the couch and made a piss-take show of undivided attention, hands folded across his stomach, an ankle up on one knee as he gave his father the innocent look.
Daniel sat down in the armchair across from the sofa. He looked at his son for a moment or two, nodding, a moue of contemplation pursing his lips as he, in typical style, carefully considered his words. "You staying here was meant to be a temporary arrangement," he finally said.
"It's only been three weeks, dad," Craig put in, immediately on the defensive. "I've found a job -- you know that -- but I still need the dosh for a deposit up-front. Even if I'm gonna rent." He cast a meaningful look around the apartment. "You know how expensive it is. I need a little more time. Or," he went on, pausing while giving the old man the arched eyebrows, "if you've got some cash going spare...?"
As expected, his father guffawed. "I've got cash, but I'm not giving it to you to waste. And you don't need a place like this. How are you going to afford a flat in this block on what you're going to earn? You just need a place, Craig. There's plenty in Poplar."
Craig spread his hands in a
What can I do?
gesture while saying, "Poplar isn't cheap, either. This is London, isn't it? It's an expensive town. I'm kinda stuck, aren't I?"
"We'll find you somewhere," said Daniel with a dismissive wave of one hand. "And perhaps I can give you a hand with some of the start-up, but that's not really the issue I want to discuss."
Craig knew where it was going, even as he asked, "What is it, then?" he knew what was coming.
He was pleased to see the old man squirm as Daniel, still wearing the dark, sober suit he habitually wore to Patemoster Row, gruff to mask his embarrassment, said, "Well, it's Adelia, really..."
"What about her?" asked Craig, on the attack.
Go on, dad, let's hear you say it
.
His father's expression was pained as he said, "I came out of my bedroom this morning..."
"Yeah?" prompted Craig, drawing the word out when Daniel fell silent. He challenged his dad with a belligerent stare.
"And," Daniel sighed, "she was in the kitchen in the skimpiest of briefs."
Craig couldn't stop himself from smirking. He knew
exactly
which knickers his father was on about.
"And she was topless again," added his father.
To which Craig replied with a smart-arsed, "To be fair, she hasn't got much on top anyway dad..."
Who needs big tits when she's got an arse like Adelia's?
"...I don't see how that can be much of a bother."
"That's hardly the point!" spluttered his father, not knowing his son was winding him up. "Don't they have a sense of decorum in Ukraine?"
"Oh, come on, dad," put in Craig, spreading his hands. "She's gorgeous. Is it really so bad?"
"Jesus, Craig!" Daniel cried, jack-knifing forward to lean his elbows on his knees. He stared at his son, incredulous eyebrows arched up near the ceiling. "She's supposed to be your girlfriend. I'm your father. It isn't
decent
for the girl to parade about that way. Not in front of me.
"Not that it's the first time, it isn't like it hasn't happened before. I've walked into the kitchen at least three times and found her waltzing about with bugger-all on.
"And how often has she stayed since you've been living here? Seems like it's been every night for the past week. I expect you think she can move in, too? Well she can't. There isn't room. I bought this place to be near The City; I thought I'd have it to myself. I don't mind you because you're my son, but I can't have a half-naked girl running about. It isn't right, Craig."
Craig let it all wash over him before replying with a cool, "So it bothers you. I get it," his casual response designed to get the old man raging.
"Look..." His father held up a hand and closed his eyes in an effort of restraint and compromise. "I don't mind her visiting from time-to-time, and I
suppose
I can put up with her staying occasionally --
very
occasionally, mind ... Say once a fortnight, perhaps?"
Once a fucking
fortnight
! Are you insane?
Sensing the time for goading his father was past, Craig nodded and said. "Okay. I hear you. I'll have a word with Adelia."
Suddenly conciliatory, surprised his son had given in so easily, Daniel said, "Sorry to bring it up, Craig. But I had to say something."
"Yeah. It's okay," his son lied. "I'll talk to her. See if I can get her to wear more clothes when she's here."
But there's no way I'm keeping it down to once a fortnight. No fucking way, mate. There's no chance of that happening at all
.
Daniel rose to his feet. "All right. I'll leave it there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get changed."
Craig was already back into his phone when Daniel left him alone in the lounge.
: i'm back
, he fingered into the keypad.
-- what happened
: my father wanted to talk 2 me
-- what about
: i'll tell you when i c u
-- wen do we meet
: u busy tonight?
-- i tell you b4 I am not busy
Craig pondered for a moment, contemplating the impact of inviting Adelia to the flat.
He shook his head and muttered a curse while he typed,
:meet for a drink?
-- where
: the tavern. the pub where we first met. meet you at custom house DLR
-- ok. i will be 1hr. i will tell u wen i am on train
Craig felt a frisson of excitement at the prospect of seeing Adelia again. It was always the same, the rush of anticipation, the surge of arousal. He thought about tugging his cock while indulging in a hot fantasy over the girl. He pictured her naked, her body slim and lithe, platinum blonde hair long and loose, her eyes with the slightly Asiatic uptilt at the corners, Adelia's high, Slavic cheekbones and her perpetual smirk that made her seem as though amused over some dirty secret she knew about him. He saw again the cinch of her small waist and the slight flare to her narrow hips, with that peach of a bottom so perfectly crafted.
He threw a look towards his father's room, wondering if he should go to the bathroom and work out some stress on his sudden erection. If he couldn't bring Adelia back to the flat for a fuck -- where could they go? She shared a place with four other girls, all student nurses with only two bedrooms between them. A hotel was too expensive, and he didn't have any real friends in the area who could lend him a room for an hour or two.
"Shit," muttered Craig, frustrated by his sexual dilemma. "You wanker," he added, glaring at his father's closed door. "How can you
not
enjoy seeing Adelia with no kit on? Are you fucking
gay
all of a sudden?"
Inside his head, Craig imagined Adelia in a pair of hooker shoes, the length of her legs exaggerated by the ridiculously dangerous heels.
That was it, that was all he could take. He launched out of the sofa and hurried along the short hallway towards the bathroom. He knew his father would use the en-suite in the master bedroom, so Craig had no worries about being disturbed mid-wank. Not that it would take long. Not with Adelia to use as his lewd muse.
God, the first time she'd taken off her clothes and exhibited herself...
The look in her eyes and the loosely tied blonde hair piled up all casual and messy had almost been enough in itself to have him squirt cum. Her flat chest was no disappointment at all -- the girl had so much more sexual allure than to rely on a set of big tits.
The accent was a turn-on as well, making Adelia seem exotic and different, which she was, thought Craig -- her being from Ukraine.
He closed the door and unbuckled his belt, shucking his jeans to his knees after unzipping.
"Yes, baby," he drawled, reliving the sublime pleasure at seeing the landing strip of precisely coiffed pubic hair, the folds of her labia visibly dangling while he observed Adelia from the bed, the girl walking slowly towards him with feline grace, purposely flaunting herself, knowing the effect.
Craig chugged at his length, Adelia's whisky-voice husky in his memory as he listened to her say, "You want to make the fuck? You like my body?"
